Posted

[Intro]
Posted, ah, mafucka, posted, ah, mafucka
Posted, ah, mafucka, posted, come on, yo

[Verse One]
I ain't that bitch that'll be in da club
With niggas acting like it's sweet in da club
I'll bust a mafucka meat in da club
And bitches steppin' on my feet in da club
Trying to see who they can freak in da club
A mafucka wanna speak in da club
Like a mafuckareally knows me in da club
Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in da club
Look around, got to see who want P in da club
See them lame niggas sippin' Don P in da club
When you're smellin' 'Gnac, matter fact, we in da club
White tees and them Air Force, deep in da club
Throwin' up a sign, nigga, what, street in da club
Make your head nod cause my joint beat in da club
For them niggas that'd spend they whole week in da club
And the bitches that'd be drunk and want to beef in da club
And them hatas that'll see their blood leak in da club
You can't breathe in da club, it's called

[Chorus]
Posted, post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut

[Verse Two]
Yo, this nigga said this sound like some old NORE shit, yeah
I'm fuckin' wit dat NORE shit!
I be that bitch in the drop top aqua blue, gourmet
Every nigga finna swore they're here
We on the block and I'm Grinding Jack with a fifty pack and some twenties
Helicopters on them hot Bentleys
Ain't got no time for these bitches cause it's over now
You ain't leavin' out in stitches cause I'm sober now
Hittin' Hot Ninety Seven with a hundred thou', bring your main bitch up in it
I'mma run her style, yeah I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me
Post in the game, my niggas on bricks got me put it on my kids
I did it for years, mami, send it to my niggas who doing their biz, papi
Mafucka better recognize some shit cause god damn
Def Jam shouldn't of signed a bitch, that's why I'm

[Chorus]
Posted, post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut

[Verse Three]
When I'm posted in the hood, I'mma bang my shit
Only real mafuckas get to hang in the bricks', this for -
All my thug mafuckas keeping weight on them Kedz, it's called posted
Nigga , better act like you know the gutter, posted
Niggas see the - and the peanut butter, posted
Hoodie with the black bandanna under, posted
Lookin' through the back for the undercover, posted
Even when I'm flipping the spots, see the cops on the next block
Checkin' my watch, couple of shorties in the parking lot, holding them rocks
It's a hood thing, nigga, getting blown to drop, we all posted
Keep it true, never forget it, nigga, post up
Show them mafuckas the business, I'm a post with my niggas
Sipping Remy and Guinness
All my real mafuckas in the game gon' feel this
It's called

[Chorus]
Posted, post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut
Post in the back, post in the front
Posted up outside, smoking a blunt
Post in the window, blowing the Indo
Post with my kinfolk, post in the cut